Dorian nodded slightly and watched her work on his wounds, his ebony eyes empty of any crimson.
His body trembled slightly with cold, he only smiled and let his eyes rest on her, his mind racing.

((Ah, okay, darling^^ *hugs* Goodnight^^))

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

((...))

Rhavaniel watched with interessed filled eyes, still curling a lock of black hair around her finger. Suddenly she clutched her heart with a pained exspresion; something was tearing at her essence- a summoning. It felt as if someone had stuck a thousand tiny fishhooks in her and each was tearing away with painfull force. She tried to obey the calls, focusing all her energy into the pain. But something was wrong. The tearing sensation was lasting far to long, she should have been gone by now, reappearing before the summoner. Something was holding her back! She dropped to the floor and rolled into a feral position hands clasped protectively over her head and neck. The feeling she was about to be wrenched in two got stronger; she writhed about on the floor whimpering softly.

((I've made a sudden decision. My Charrie is going to be a type of demon...))

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Dorian’s eyes went to Rhavaniel, a look of worry shot across his face
“What’s wrong?”
His naïve eyes were still glazed, his body shaking. He looked back at Aiana,
“what’s happening?” his consciousness waned, so much stress…

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

The tension left as sudden as it had come. With a groan she sat up and put her hand on her head. She curled her legs under her and sighed. She didnt answer Dorians question, or perhaps she hadnt heard him. She closed her eyes and lent back expecting to find a wall, instead she just landed on her back with a light thump.

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Dorian struggled to sit up, trying to peer at Rhavaniel, but his strength failed him… With a groan he let his head fall back onto the pillow, his eyes burning with fear… This was all too much…

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

The elfs eyes stayed closed as with a groan she curled up again like a cat and prayed her summoner wouldnt try it again in the near- with a cry of agony she felt the hooks set in again and start yanking at her essence.

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((Guy’s can we hold the RP for 30 mins or so, we have a new charrie joining^^ but she can’t come on for 30 mins, that okay?))

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

((fine by me, and I do belive I'm the only one on at the mo ^.^))

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"Oh dear, dear" said a mocking voice from the doorway, "refusing a summons Rhavaniel? tut tut.." The speaker shook her head slowly and sarcastically, and took a step into the room. "I would have thought you, of all people, would have known the consequences of that." A foul but beautiful smile played on Orannis's lips as she bent down to peer at Rhavaniel. "We are getting a little bit above ourselves aren't we?"

Orannis started to straighten up a little when she became aware that there was someone else in the room. Without turning her head her hazel eyes slid over to the bed where Dorian lay....It took her little more than a second to realise who he was - she straightened out and stood to face him fully, not concealing the outraged-shock on her face.

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((OOC: I'm sorry but I can't post anymore today, I'll probably be back on tomorrow enjoy ... *evil laugh* ))

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"Cant-" the elf gasped in pain clutching herself "not-" she fought the urge to scream and the urge to vomit. But couldnt resist throwing Orannis a dirty look.

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Dorian gazed at Orranis in total shock. “W-what are you doing here?” his large eyes widened, and his deathlike cheeks burned bright red.
“How did you find me?” he trembled all over “Oh, no, no, no…”

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

She waited untill the pain resided, and hauled herself to her feet, not wanting to show weakness in front of Orranis. Biting her lip she stumbled- with all the dignity she could muster to the bed and sat down heavily next to Dorian, eyes struggling to stay focused.

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Dorian’s scarlet lips quivered, his slender hands clutched the sheets. Suddenly, his vision clouded… And everything went black…

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Rhan let her hand wander out and cup his chin "That was your fault." she hissed at her...

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Dorian was lost… Swirling in a mist of confusion, faces peered at him from the darkness… Mocking him, dragging him down into their sin and greed… Ah, he was still part child, at heart… Kael’s eyes haunted him, watching him from the shadows…
Something, a touch, brought him back to reality. His dark eyes opened, glazed and filled with tears. He looked at Rhavaniel and then closed his eyes again with a soft moan.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-